It’s impossible
to seethe or clench my jaw when you deliver words to me.
You put me in such good humour
manage to displace and separate me
so the sadness sinks while the best of me buoys above
You think that’s all you see
but it is a reflection in a cracked mirror.
It’s only you I’m losing.
I guess I’m doing fine.
In regards to one of my recent posts about losing my romanticism, I’m tired of always being the one trying, trying to hold on and trying to fix things. I end up making more a mess for myself.
So. In the words of Beck, “I’m tired of fighting, fighting for a lost cause.” It’s a lost cause for me and G., and I have to accept it.
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